soft dom coded

kinky mf

he’s capable of making love to you and fucking you like he doesn’t

big on eye contact. he needs to see your reactions. needs to know if he’s doing good.

"yn. please look at me baby. fuck, you're gorgeous underneath me like this"

likes the way you say his name. he likes it when it comes out of your mouth, likes it when it’s the only thing you know how to say when he’s drilling you into your bedsheets.

he’s such a nerd low-key. he gets hard by the smallest things. sitting on his lap. playing with his hair. getting real close to him. wearing tiny shorts. he can’t help it. and he gets mortified when you call him out for it.

i said this before but he would so want to try to do some kinda of roleplay w you

likes when you leave marks on him. your nails clawing down his back and after he’s standing in front of the mirror, eyes gleaming as he proudly flexes his back. and you’re shaking his head at him from the bed.

doesn't like quickies, prefers taking his time w you

doesn't sub often but when he does he gets so flustered underneath you and he denies it every time but he’s acc so into you ordering him around

he listens to you so well. if you tell him to get on his knees he's on them in a split second without a second thought. he's not a brat imo

coo n call him pretty and he could almost bust right there and then.

he can get really whiny and needy if you're teasing him too much

gets embarrassed about it afterwards tho and you’re tryna pry his hands away from his face bc he can’t look you in the eyes

but if you tell him to bark he’d do it instantly ♡

the past few weeks had been brutal tho, comeback preparations, schedules, dance practices that somehow ended at 3 in the morning, recordings, interviews..

every time the two of you tried to meet up, one of you ended up cancelling because life simply refused to cooperate

which explained why, when ryul finally got one free evening, he immediately texted you

come over

simple, short and very him,

but the actual translation of the text was more like; “ i miss you so bad i’m going insane”

so there you were, back at the dorms, you’d been there enough times that it almost felt like a second home

also mostly because the members had adopted you months ago.. or was it the other way around?

louis treated you like the older sister he’d never had, following you around with endless questions and somehow convincing you to buy him snacks almost every single time

woojin somehow always manages to be the most chaotic person ever, meaning you were unofficially in charge of helping him before he even considered asking one of the others for help

and ohyul, well, ohyul somehow turned you into his personal plant consultant after you casually mentioned once that you owned two succulents and he decided being a plant dad was his new hobby

so by now, you had accidentally become the dorm’s honorary noona, which meant the boys rarely knocked before asking you for help

ryul didn’t mind usually because in all honesty, he actually liked that everyone got along so well,

he really did, he just hadn’t realized that dating the dorm’s ‘honorary noona’ also meant sharing his girlfriend with 3 overgrown children

but tonight he was determined to get at least one uninterrupted hour with you

but sadly for him, that plan lasted like 12 minutes.

the living room was surprisingly quiet and peaceful, it was only you and ryul (for now)

the tv played some random variety show neither of you were really paying attention to,

there was a half empty bag of chips sat between you on the couch and ryul had somehow ended up tangled against your side

his fingers lazily played with yours, intertwining, letting go to then intertwin them again,

“you got clingy,” you teased,

he scoffed, “i’m literally chilling,”

“you’re literally almost on top of me,”

“because you’re comfortable,”

“right,”

“don’t make it weird,”

you looked over at him with the biggest smile, “i missed you too,”

his ears turned slightly pink, “..i didn’t even say that,”

“you didn’t have to,”

he clicked his tongue dramatically before looking back at the tv, “..whatever,” he sighed, but the pink flush on his cheeks gave him away

a whole 3 seconds passed, “..i did miss you tho,”

you laughed, “how much?”

“a normal amount,” he was trying so incredibly hard to sound nonchalant while his thumb absentmindedly rubbed circles over your hand,

it was adorable ngl,

“you’re cute,” you mumbled,

he looked offended, “don’t call me cute,”

“why not,”

“because i’m cool,”

“mhm,”

“seriously,”

“sure you are,”

he narrowed his eyes before leaning closer anyway, “you’re annoying,”

“you’re the one all up in my personal space,”

“..shut up,”

you barely had time to grin before he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek,

then another,

“..ryul,” you giggled as he attacked your whole face with kisses, not leaving one spot left untouched,

“what,”

“i thought you were cool,”

“i am,”

“this doesn’t look very cool to me,”

“this is extremely cool,” he grinned, already leaning in again when-

“noona,”

both of you looked up, woojin stood in the hallway holding an empty ice cream container like it was evidence in a criminal investigation (it was btw)

“..yes,” you answered,

he walked into the living room, “louis says he didn’t eat my ice cream..” followed by a dramatic pause, “..is he lying?”

you blinked once, “what flavour was it?”

“cookies and cream,”

“..yeah, he definitely ate it,”

“i knew it,” woojin pointed into the distance, “I KNEW YOU WERE LYING,”

somewhere deeper in the dorm louis yelled back; “IT WASN’T ME!!”

“THEN WHO WAS IT?!”

“..OHYUL,”

“WHY ARE YOU LYING AGAIN??!”

their voices slowly disappeared down the hallway and silence returned, kinda

you looked back at ryul, “..nothing ever changes does it,” you chuckled

he sighed dramatically, “ofc not,”

you laughed before leaning against his shoulder again,

which he gladly accepted, his fingers brushing through your hair sweetly

about 10 minutes later-

“NOONAAAAAA,”

woojin’s voice echoed through the entire dorm (again)

“YEAH?”

“WHERE’S MY CHARGER?!”

without even thinking, you answered, “first drawer next to the oven,”

“YUPPP FOUND IT, THANK YOU,”

ryul slowly turned to look at you, “..how did you know that?”

you blinked, “i put it there,”

“why,”

“because he loses it every other day,”

“..you organized his charger??”

“someone had to,”

he stared at you for another few seconds, “did you adopt him or something?”

you couldn’t help laughing, “he’s cute,”

“he’s a freeloader,”

“he’s your member,”

“same fucking thing,”

a little moment later, ryul decided it was time for some fresh air

aaaaand more snacks, because who doesn’t love a nightly snack run

“we’re going to the convenience store,” ryul called from the doorway while putting on his shoes, “anyone need anything?”

“nah,” ohyul answered,

“i’m good,” woojin yelled,

“don’t want anything,” louis added,

ryul looked at you, “wow that was easy,”

“that’s gonna be a peaceful shopping spree for once,” you laughed,

“don’t jinx it,”

the night air was cool as the two of you walked side by side down the street, your hands naturally found each other

there weren’t many people around, just quiet roads and dimmed streetlights,

“i like this,” you admitted,

“hm,”

“just walking around with you,”

he looked away for a second, “yeah,” he said,

“that’s all i get?”

“what else am i supposed to say,”

“i don’t know,”

he squeezed your hand, “i like it too,” he grinned,

you smiled, “seeeee that wasn’t so hard,”

“don’t get used to it,”

before you even reached the convenience store, ryul had long forgotten his wannabe nonchalant manner,

swinging your hands as you walked through the street, taking some sneaky pictures of you as you looked the other way,

once you were inside, he pointed at all kinds of snacks that reminded him of previous picnic dates, all smiles, his hand reaching out to your lower back one too many times

he even managed to steal a quick kiss while you stood in front of the drinks fridge

“someone’s affectionate tonight,” you whispered,

“nobody saw,”

you laughed, grabbing two drinks before heading toward the snack aisle,

then..

ding.

the automatic doors opened,

“…”

“…”

louis and woojin, both on their flipflops and joggers, who clearly just left the house without taking a second to look in the mirror

ryul slowly lowered the chips he’d been holding, “what are you doing here,”

woojin smiled, “changed our minds,”

“yeah,” louis nodded, “we actually do need snacks,”

“you could’ve texted,”

“could’ve,”

“…”

“..but we didn’t,”

you immediately started laughing and ryul looked at the ceiling trying to suppress the big sigh, “of course,”

within 30 seconds the grocery “date” had somehow transformed into sibling shopping time,

“noona,” louis gasped dramatically, “they finally restocked my favourite gummies,”

“get them then,”

“can you buy them for me,”

“sure,”

“YES,”

ryul stared, “seriously?”

you smiled innocently, “what,”

“he’s literally using you,”

“am not,” louis defended,

“you absolutely are,”

“it’s called being lovable,”

“it’s called being broke,”

woojin wandered over holding three different bags of chips, “which one should i get,”

“all 3,” louis answered,

“good idea,”

ryul pinched the bridge of his nose, “this was supposed to be our snack run,”

louis looked genuinely confused, “it still is,”

“how??”

“we’re just here too,”

“yeah that’s the problem,”

you reached over, gently fixing the hood of ryul’s hoodie after it had folded weirdly and he immediately looked less grumpy

“you’re easily bribed,” you teased,

“i’m not,”

“you smiled,” you teased playfully,

“i did not,”

“you literally did,”

louis leaned toward woojin, “bro definitely smiled,”

“he’s still trying to be cool,”

“i literally hate you guys,”

“love you too,” louis replied immediately, still adding more snacks into the basket,

at the register, louis and woojin immediately took over,

“i’ll pack,” louis announced,

“i’ll scan the snacks into categories,”

the cashier blinked, “they don’t need categories,”

“they do to me,” woojin said in a serious voice,

while the two of them argued over the most efficient way to pack gummy bears, chips and drinks into bags, you and ryul naturally drifted a step behind them

ryul quietly reached for your hand again before leaning down, resting his forehead against yours before he pressed a soft kiss against your temple,

“when we get back, i’m stealing you for the rest of the night,”

“sure,” you giggled

“and i’m locking my door,”

“that’s a bit dramatic,” you laughed,

“but needed tho,”

you giggled before nudging his shoulder, “you’re cute,”

“stop calling me cute,”

just as he leaned in to steal another kiss..

woojin turned around, “once your boyfriend is done kissing you..” he held out the card machine, “..can you please pay,”

ryul closed his eyes before taking one very deep breath, then he slowly looked at woojin,

“can you actually do something without needing my girlfriend for once,”

woojin frowned, “..i mean..” he looked down at the card machine, “..i don’t know her pin?”

louis nodded immediately, “yeah bro that would’ve been weird,”

you couldn’t stop laughing as you took the card from you wallet, “he has a point,”

ryul looked absolutely betrayed, “whose side are you on??”

“yours,” you smiled sweetly, “after i pay for the kids,”

“see,” ryul pointed at the two younger boys, “she called you kids,”

“that’s not what she meant,” woojin argued,

“close enough,”

on the way back, you were carrying absolutely nothing because the boys refused to let you,

so while ryul was carrying the drinks, louis was happily eating gummies he’d convinced you to buy and woojin had already opened a bag of chips before you’d even crossed the street,

ryul glanced over at you, “next time..”

“hm,”

“..we’re not telling them where we’re going,”

you laughed, “good luck with that,”

by the time the 4 of you got back to the dorm, louis had already disappeared into his room with his snacks while woojin loudly announced he was starting a movie marathon,

ryul didn’t even wait, he grabbed the bag with your drinks, took your hand and immediately started pulling you toward the balcony

“byeee,” he called over his shoulder,

woojin looked up from the couch, “where are you going,”

“outside,”

“why,”

“because i want to,”

the balcony had become everyone’s favorite place ever since they’d turned it into a little lounge area,

there was a comfy outdoor couch, cute fairy lights wrapped around the railing, a small coffee table and the best thing was fhat it almost didn’t even feel like you were in the middle of the city

ryul set the drinks down before dropping onto the couch beside you,

“finally,”

you shifted slightly, getting yourself comfortable and you couldn’t help but laugh as he dramatically flopped sideways until his head rested against your shoulder,

“i missed this,” his voice was quieter now, more genuine and the teasing had disappeared for a moment

you gently brushed your fingers through his hair, “me too,”

he looked up at you, “i was slowly going crazy from only seeing the members this whole week,”

“oh cmonnn you love them,” you laughed again,

“till a certain point yes,” he scoffed softly, “try spending 24/7 with woojin and you’ll love him a little less too,”

you only giggled,

“…i’m serious,” he added

“sure you are,”

he rolled his eyes before leaning over, pressing a quick kiss against your cheek,

“maybe if you’d spent 24/7 with me you’d go crazy too,” you said,

“i would never get tired of you,” he clicked his tongue before reaching over to steal your drink,

“heyy that’s my-“

“our drink,” he corrected with a smirk,

“ryul,”

“sharing is caring,”

you reached over to take it back, only for him to pull it just out of reach with the biggest grin,

“really mature,”

“thank you,”

“that was sarcasm,”

“idc still counts,”

you shoved his shoulder and he laughed before finally handing it back,

“you’re so childish,”

“i know thanksss,”

before you could answer, he leaned in again, this time slower, another kiss against your cheek, then your forehead

his hand absentmindedly found yours again, his thumb lazily tracing circles across your skin,

“you’re really affectionate tonight,”

“can i touch my gf without needing a reason for it?” his tone was joking but he looked at you like he was memorizing your face after weeks of barely seeing you, “i missed you,”

you smiled softly, “i can tell,”

he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before stealing one more quick kiss, “i’m making up for lost time,”

“i noticed,” you giggled,

“good,”

for the first time that evening, it actually felt peaceful, just the two of you,

quiet music drifting from inside, the city lights glowing in the distance,

ryul smiled to himself and for a moment, neither of you said anything, you simply looked at each other before ryul smiled that smile you love so much,

“what??” you smiled back,

“nothing,”

“you’re looking at me weird,”

“am not,”

“you definitely are,”

he huffed a quiet laugh before reaching up to cup your cheek, “..come here,”

you both leaned in without another word,

the kiss was slow, nothing like the quick little pecks he’d been stealing all evening,

his thumb gently brushed against your cheek as he kissed you, lingering just a second longer than he normally would,

when he finally pulled away, he didn’t move very far,

instead he rested his forehead against yours, smiling to himself, “i forgot how nice this is,”

you softly smiled, “what? kissing me?”

“no just being with you,” his voice was quieter now, more honest than he’d probably intended, “i hate being busy,”

you slipped your hand into his, “i know,”

“i keep thinking about texting you all day,” he admitted with a small laugh, “then i look at the time and it’s somehow 3 in the morning,”

“you still text me at 3 in the morning,”

“yeah,” he grinned,

“usually just a picture of louis sleeping somewhere tho,”

“those are important updates,” he chuckled, thinking about all the silly pics he has of louis,

you giggled, earning another smile from him,

“the kid sleeps everywhere,” he murmured, brushing the tip of his nose against yours and before you could answer, he kissed you again,

quick this time,

then once more, because apparently one wasn’t enough,

“ryul,” you laughed,

“hm,”

“you’re being really clingy,”

“let me,”

he wrapped his arms around you properly, resting his chin on top of your head with a content little sigh, “..i’ve earned it,”

he sighed, a satisfying good sigh for the first time that evening,

until-

SLAM.

the balcony door flew open, “NOONA,”

both of you turned,

ohyul stood there holding a sad looking monstera, “my plant is dying,”

ryul stared, “bro close the door,”

ohyul blinked, “..what?”

“close.”

“the.”

“door.”

“but-“

“bro,”

“dude my monstera,” ohyul argued,

you immediately stood up, “let me see,”

ryul grabbed your wrist before you could walk away, “he’s literally an adult,”

ohyul frowned, “what’s that supposed to mean,”

“it means fix your own plant,”

“i don’t know how,”

“ask chatgpt,”

“chatgpt doesn’t know my plant,”

you couldn’t help laughing, “i’ll just take a quick look,”

ryul looked between you.. then the plant.. then ohyul,

“5 minutes,” he pointed dramatically, “that’s all you get,”

“5 minutes,” you repeated with a smile,

ohyul nodded, “5 minutes is plenty,”

the two of you disappeared into his room and ryul stayed behind on the balcony,

he took one sip of his drink, looking at the empty seat beside him, “..this is unbelievable,”

exactly 11 minutes later he finally stood up,

“5 minutes,” he muttered to himself, “my ass,”

ohyul’s bedroom door was already open,

you were kneeling beside the monstera, gently brushing dirt away from the roots while ohyul sat cross legged beside you listening like he was attending a university lecture,

“..so the soil’s holding too much water,”

“ohhh,”

“and if the roots stay wet for too long-“

“they rot,”

“exactly,”

ryul leaned against the doorframe, “can i borrow my girlfriend back,”

neither of you looked up, “hold on,” you answered,

ohyul pointed dramatically at the plant, “this is life or death,”

“it’s a plant,”

ohyul ignored him, “noona should i trim this leaf too,”

“yeah this one’s gone,”

ryul slowly looked at the ceiling, “are we fr,”

ohyul finally glanced over, “what,”

“you stole my girlfriend,”

“borrowed,” he corrected,

“without asking,”

“it was an emergency,”

“it’s a leaf,”

“it’s my leaf,”

“your leaf yet my girlfriend is fixing it,”

you bit your lip, trying not to laugh, “ryul,”

“don’t ‘ryul’ me,”

“i’ll be done in a minute,”

“that’s what you said 6 minutes ago,”

ohyul shrugged, “plants take time,”

“then get your own girlfriend to fix your plants,”

ohyul looked genuinely confused, “why would i do that,”

“because then she’d be your girlfriend,”

“but yours already knows about plants,”

ryul sighed, “i’m actually going to lose my mind,”

you finally stood up, dusting the soil off your hands,

“all done,”

ohyul looked at the monstera like it had just survived major surgery, “omg thank you,”

“you’re welcome,”

as soon as you stepped into the hallway, ryul immediately slipped an arm around your shoulders, “why does he keep plants if he can’t take care of it himself,”

you laughed, “he’s learning,”

ohyul watched the two of you walk away before calling after you, “noona!”

“yes,”

“if another leaf turns yellow tomorrow-“

“don’t even think about it,” ryul interrupted,

ohyul blinked, “i wasn’t talking to you,”

“well i’m talking to you tho,”

by this point, ryul had officially given up pretending the universe was on his side,

first woojin, then the convenience store, then ohyul and his emotional support monstera???

he’d spent more time sharing you with his members than actually spending time with you,

“come on,” he mumbled, gently taking your hand again,

“wait we’re not going outside anymore??”

“no,” he said, pulling you towards his room,

“nooo but i wanna sit outsi-“

“and iii want to spend time with you and only you,”

you raised an eyebrow, “we can hang out on the balcony tho,”

“can a man enjoy his woman for once?”

“yes you can enjoy me on the balcony,” you chuckled,

“everyone else has been enjoying you a little too much tonight, it’s my turn now if you don’t mind,” he sighed as he opened his bedroom door before closing it immediately after,

“that sounds so wrong,” you laughed,

“you get what i mean,” he answered a little too quickly, looking back at you with the most satisfied expression you’d seen all night,

“if someone interrupts us again,”

you folded your arms, “then what,”

“i honestly haven’t thought that far,”

he leaned back against the door, looking at you for a second before shaking his head, “i’ve barely seen you all month,”

“i know,”

“yet the others have your attention more than me,”

he walked over until you were standing right in front of him,

“they just like me,”

“well yeah that’s the fk problem,”

you couldn’t stop smiling, “are you jealous of a plant?”

“and what if i am?” he didn’t even try denying it anymore,

he slipped a hand around your waist, pulling you closer without another word,

“that would be a little concerning,” you giggled,

before you could tease him again, he kissed you,

no rushed little peck, no one second kiss stolen while someone wasn’t looking,

an actual kiss,

one hand resting against your waist while the other gently brushed through your hair,

and when he pulled back, it was only because he needed to breathe,

but before you could say anything, he leaned in again, smiling against your lips when you laughed into the kiss,

“what’s so funny?”

“nothing,” you giggled, kissing him back but you weren’t able to stop the corners of your lips from curling up,

“can you stop laughing?” ryul groaned softly, pulling away slightly,

“i’m not laughingggg!!” you said defensively even tho you definitely were,

he rested his forehead against yours for a second before smiling again himself,

“you’re getting away with a lot tonight,” he sighed dramatically, leaning in for another soft kiss,

then another,

“ryul,” you giggled softly

“hm,” he hummed as he pressed 3 more kisses on your lips, his fingers lazily intertwined with yours while he traced little circles over the back of your hand,

“i missed you,”

“i couldn’t tell,”

“i’m serious,”

“i know,” you chuckled,

“stop smiling at me like that,”

he laughed under his breath before stealing another quick kiss.

“you’re lucky you’re cute,”

“thought you hated that word,”

“only when it’s about me,”

you couldn’t help giggling, “crazy double standards,”

“i’m allowed to,”

just as he leaned in again-

clunk.

both of you froze, before ryul slowly looked toward the door,

“did you hear that,”

before you could answer something slid underneath it, a folded piece of paper.

you bent down to pick it up,

written across the front in thick black marker;

WELCOME TO WOOJIN’S ESCAPE ROOM

“what’s that?”

you opened it,

MISSION ONE: solve this riddle to receive your freedom.

there was a long silence,

then..

another sound,

click.

ryul walked over to the handle, turned it but nothing happened, he frowned and turned it again but still nothing happened,

“..woojin,” his voice was suspiciously calm,

and from the other side of the door- “yeah,”

“..did you lock my door?”

“yup,”

“why,”

“because it’s an escape room,”

there was a small moment of silence,

“bro open it,”

“not until you solve mission one,”

you bit your lip, trying not to laugh and ryul turned back toward you,

“yk what,”

“hm,”

he shrugged, “doesn’t matter,”

“what??”

he casually walked back over to you, “we’re locked in here, so might as well make use of it,”

you laughed, “you think you’re smooth don’t you,”

“i’m adapting to my circumstances,” he wrapped his arms around you again, “they accidentally helped me for once,”

“poor woojin,”

“poor woojin? poor ryul you mean,” he smiled before gently pressing another kiss against your forehead, “now nobody can steal you,”

“except technically woojin already did,”

“don’t ruin this for me,”

you smiled as his lips pressed on yours again and for exactly 22 glorious seconds everything was quiet

then-

BANG BANG BANG.

“ARE YOU GUYS DONE YET,” woojin yelled, knocking on the door repeatedly,

ryul closed his eyes, biting his lip as he swallowed down the biggest sigh known to mankind

“YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE SOLVING THE RIDDLE,”

another knock, this one even louder,

“HELLOOOO,”

ryul didn’t answer, instead he tightened his arms around you, “don’t react, he’ll leave eventually,”

“i can hear you,” woojin yelled through the door,

another piece of paper slid underneath,

HINT #1

“woojin,” ryul called,

“yeah,”

“i don’t want a hint,”

“every 5 minutes you get another one,”

“i don’t want another one either,”

“too bad, you’re getting one,”

“woojin,”

“yeah,”

“pls go away,”

“that’s not very escape room spirit,”

you were laughing so hard by this point that you had to hide your face against ryul’s shoulder,

he looked down at you, “don’t encourage him,”

“i’m trying not to,”

BANG BANG BANG.

“NOONA,”

“..yes,”

“DO YOU WANT THE SECOND HINT NOW OR LATER,”

ryul looked at the ceiling, “why is he asking you,”

“because she’s nicer than you,” woojin answered immediately,

“i need to move out,” he groaned,

from the other side of the door came a very enthusiastic,

“NOW THAT’S THE ESCAPE ROOM ATTITUDE,”

“i’m not doing this shit tonight,” he sighed as he brushed hand through his hair before letting it slide down his face dramatically,

another 2 minutes passed and the riddle still lay untouched on the floor,

ryul had deliberately kicked it further away with his foot, “m not reading it,”

“you’re really committed to this,”

“no i’m committed to ignoring him,”

you laughed quietly as you sat down on his bed, because yk you might as well get a little comfortable now you’re locked in, “let’s see how long that lasts,”

not even 5 seconds later-

“HYUNNNGGG,”

“…”

“NOONAAA,”

“…”

“HELLOOOOO??!”

ryul pinched the bridge of his nose, “he’s so annoying,”

from the other side of the door came an exaggerated sigh, “what are you guys even doing in there,”

neither of you answered,

“you’re supposed to solve the riddles,” woojin yelled out again,

ryul finally spoke, “what we’re doing is actually none of your business,”

there was a small silence,

then-

“ARE YOU GUYS DOING IT??!”

you immediately buried your face in your hands trying to suppress your laughter,

ryul blinked once, “doing what,”

“YOU KNOW,”

“no i actually don’t,”

another pause,

then-

click.

the bedroom door suddenly unlocked and before either of you could react-

BANG.

woojin swung it open and he looked at the two of you and ryul looked back at him with the most annoyed expression ever,

“bro”

“what?” woojin asked as if he isn’t the one locking doors,

ryul stared at him in disbelief, “what if we actually were,”

woojin shrugged, “but you weren’t,”

“how would you know,”

“because you were wayyyy too quiet,”

ryul slowly pointed toward the hallway, “get out,” he said, his voice firm and clearly not joking around anymore,

“okay,” woojin turned around without another word and as he walked away, his voice echoed through the dorm,

“LOUIS,”

a distant voice answered, “WHAT,”

“RYUL WON’T PLAY MY ESCAPE ROOM,”

“I WILL,”

“YESSS,”

the two of them disappeared into louis’ room and for what it costs, some sort of silence returned to ryul’s room,

ryul looked at the still open bedroom door, before turning around to you, “i’m surrounded by idiots,”

you couldn’t stop laughing, “no he just likes you,”

“he has a funny way of showing it,” he sighed as he closed the door with a loud bang

for the first time all evening the dorm was actually quiet, like real silence this time

louis and woojin were somewhere in the living room arguing over a game, ohyul was still busy with his newly rescued monstera,

and you were curled up beside ryul on his bed while some random youtube video played in the background, but of course neither of you were really watching it tho,

“i’m hungry,” you mumbled,

he didn’t even look away from his phone, “go steal louis’ chips from the kitchen,”

“he’d cry,”

“that’s the point,”

you laughed, “i’ll just grab ours,”

he reached over, lazily grabbing your wrist before you could get up, “do it later,” he whined softly, pulling you back,

“i want snacks, i’ll be quick,” you smiled before gently pulling away, “2 minutes,”

“hurry,” he said as he let go, watching you disappear into the hallway,

1 minute passed..

2 minutes,

3..

ryul frowned, “wth is she doing,”

he unlocked his phone, opened your chat and typed,

where are you??

come to my room

send.

…

his entire body froze as he looked at his screen again,

oh no,

on top of the screen it said group chat, not your chat..

“..no.”

three dots appeared immediately,

louis: ??

woojin: me??

ohyul: i’m in my room

“shit,”

before he could even unsend it he heard footsteps down the hallway,

fast footsteps,

he immediately rubbed a hand over his face, “you’ve gotta be kidding me,”

the bedroom door burst open,

“hyung,” louis said first,

woojin walked in behind him, “whatsupp?”

ohyul appeared last, “what’s wrong?”

ryul stared at the 3 of them, as they welcomed themselves into his room, all spreading out like little ants on a candy cane,

“where’s my gf?”

they all looked confused,

“kitchen,” louis answered,

right on cue, you walked back into the hallway carrying two bags of chips, “oh why is everyone here?”

woojin pointed at ryul, “he called a meeting,”

“i did not,”

louis held up his phone, “you wanted us to come!”

you looked down at the screen, then back at ryul, “you actually did,”

you bit your lip as you saw the horrified look on his face, trying to be quiet but your smile gave you away,

“don’t,” ryul pointed at you,

“bro-“ woojin started,

but ryul cut him off before he could continue, “i’ve spent all night trying to get 5 minutes alone with my girlfriend..”

he pointed at the 3 other guys, “5 minutes” he repeated, “and somehow you idiots keep spawning wherever she is,”

woojin blinked, “you texted us,”

“BY ACCIDENT,”

“that still counts,”

“NO IT DOESN’T,”

louis looked genuinely offended, “you literally asked where we were,”

“i was asking her,”

“she’s not even in our groupchat,” woojin shot back,

another silence,

then..

woojin scratched the back of his neck, “that’s embarrassing,”

“you’re embarrassing,” ryul deadpanned,

ohyul looked between the two of you, “..so..” he grinned, “..should we leave?”

ryul looked at him, “yes.”

louis looked at you with pleading eyes, clearly not getting the situation

but without another word, ohyul turned around and left the room (still with his plant in his hands)

and louis followed, slowly getting the hint, “my bad,” louis mumbled,

“his bad,” woojin corrected,

“have fun,” ohyul yelled from down the hallway, before closing his own bedroom door behind him,

the other 2 were slowly moving away too,

“woojin! door!” ryul called out, to which the youngest shuffled back quickly, closing the door with a quiet tug,

ryul stared at the closed door, for a second he didn’t move or speak..

“can i finally have peace?”

you laughed quietly, “looks like it,”

he slowly turned to look at you, “if somebody knocks on that door in the next 10 minutes..”

“yes?” you chuckled,

“..i’m moving into your apartment,”

you couldn’t stop laughing, “sure,”

“no i’m dead serious because..”

and if timing wasn’t his worst enemy by now, almost right on cue-

“NOONA,”

ryul’s head dropped down in defeat almost immediately,

“NEVER MIND, I FOUND ITTT,”

“that’s it, i’m moving out,”

>>> PART 2 SOON!!! (smut) <<<

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"she's my girlfriend," ryul repeated, looking mildly offended that even he had to explain himself.

the slight furrow between his brows made it obvious that having an album of his girlfriend's pictures is simply reasonable.

"that's not helping," woojin immediately replied.

"hyung, normal people don't have that many pictures."

"i'm literally normal," ryul casually replied.

"hyung... you have screenshots." woojin stated.

"literally screenshots of y/n noona's instagram post before you even knew her. that's creepy."

after that, ryul had stopped participating in the conversation entirely.

which was how he ended up sitting alone, phone in hand, on one end of the couch several hours later with a very obvious frown on his face.

the moment you stepped into the room, you noticed immediately.

honestly, it would've been difficult not to.

ryul wasn't even trying to hide it.

he was sitting there with his jaw resting against his fist, staring blankly at his phone while everyone else talked around him. every now and then he'd sigh dramatically for absolutely no reason before shifting positions and looking mildly offended by life itself.

you already knew what happened, because louis had texted you.

im louis 🐘

noona

i think your boyfriend is mad

he's making a frowny face

please come and get him quickly

you 🩰

what did ya'll do to him 😭

im louis 🐘

noona

he has an album full of ur pictures

u wanna know how many of them?

there are 703 pictures

in total

isn't that quite excessive?

you 🩰

HAHAH, istg he's so cute

just leave him be

i'll be there in a minute

bye lou 👋🏻

im louis 🐘

ok ok

take care noona!

you almost laughed, then you walked over. and ryul noticed instantly.

of course he did.

his eyes followed you from the moment you entered the room, though he quickly looked away the second you glanced in his direction.

without saying a word, you sat beside him. close, not touching. but close enough that your shoulders almost brushed.

ryul immediately shifted. away from you.

"...did you just move away from me?"

"no."

he absolutely had. you bit back a smile.

"ryul, are you sulking?"

"no."

he answered far too quickly.

"right."

silence. a few seconds passed, then another.

eventually, you leaned over slightly and rested your head against his shoulder.

immediately—you felt him freeze.

for a moment, he didn't move at all. didn't say anything. didn't even look at you.

then, very slowly, his shoulders relaxed beneath your weight.

and after another second, he tilted his head just enough for it to rest lightly against yours.

we're making some progress.

"you know," you said softly, "i think it's cute."

ryul narrowed his eyes.

"what is?"

"the photo album."

"...they told you?"

"louis sent me some screenshots."

his expression immediately became horrified. which finally made you laugh.

"baby, that's private."

"seven hundred pictures, huh?"

"it's not even that much."

you burst out laughing.

and just like that, the pout deepened.

"stop."

before he could complain again, you reached over and gently grabbed his face with both hands. completely trapping him.

ryul blinked. once. twice. all thoughts immediately gone.

"ryul."

you smiled.

"what?"

"you're cute."

ryul stayed silent. for a second, he just stared at you. like his brain had completely short-circuited.

then the corners of his mouth slightly twitched like he was trying very hard not to smile, while whatever remained of his bad mood visibly struggled to survive.

it was such a small reaction that most people probably wouldn't have noticed it. but you did.

because unfortunately, you knew exactly what calling ryul cute did to him.

"don't do that."

"do what?"

"that thing."

"what thing?"

"where you say something nice and suddenly i'm not allowed to be mad anymore."

you laughed again.

because honestly? that was exactly what happened.

the second your thumbs brushed across his cheeks, whatever was left of his bad mood immediately started crumbling. you could practically watch it happen. the tension in his shoulders disappeared. the tiny pout he'd been holding onto for the last three hours weakened considerably.

and when you leaned forward to press a quick kiss on his cheek, it practically vanished altogether.

all because you were looking at him like that.

"i'm serious." your voice softened slightly.

"i think it's sweet."

ryul stared at you. like really stared.

then he groaned.

a long. suffering. dramatic groan.

before suddenly leaning forward and burying his face directly into your shoulder.

you laughed so hard you nearly fell over.

"ryul."

"leave me alone."

his arms wrapped around your waist anyway. pulling you closer until there wasn't even a sliver of space left between you.

unable to resist, you tilted his chin up again.

"one more?"

ryul eyed you suspiciously.

"...what."

instead of answering, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. soft and sweet.

when you pulled back, his expression had completely short-circuited.

"..."

"see?" you grinned.

"all better!"

ryul immediately buried his face back into your shoulder.

"i hate you."

"no, you don't."

"yeah. i really don't." his voice came out muffled.

"you're literally hugging me."

"i'm suffering."

"mhm."

"terribly."

"obviously."

by now, he was practically folded into your side, cheek pressed against your shoulder while his arms stayed securely around your waist. every trace of the earlier pout had disappeared. every now and then, he'd nuzzle a little closer, as if making sure you weren't going anywhere. honestly, if anyone looked over right now, they'd immediately know he'd lost the battle.

which, to be fair—he never really stood a chance.

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HIIIII, MY LOVELY BABYGALS!! 💕 i am so sorry for ghosting y'all like thattt 😔

my final exams and assignments have been absolutely beating my ass lately, so i genuinely haven't had much time to sit down and write more ryul fluff for you guys 😭💔

since so many of you have been asking for more ryul fluff, here's my little redemption hehe 🤭💕

i really hope you all enjoy it, my lovessss <33

alsooo, i tried out a new header style this time HAHAH. and i think i actually like this one a lot better 👀✨

as always, thank you so much for reading and supporting my stories. it genuinely means the world to mee 🥹💗

he freezes for a second, his eyes going pitch black as he looks at your massive tits bouncing slightly from the movement, spilling over your lap. a ragged, breathless "fuck" slips past his lips.

"look at you," he mutters, his big hands instantly cupping the undersides of your breasts, lifting their heavy weight. "you knew exactly what you were doing, didn't you? teasing your man like a little slut while i'm trying to focus."

"i just wanted your attention :( " you whisper, your face already flushing hot under his dark stare.

"well, you fucking got it."

instead of keeping you on his lap, Ryul suddenly hooks his large hands under your arms and lifts you up entirely. he guides you down off his thighs, steering you right between his legs toward the floor. as he pushes you down under the desk, his huge palm instantly cups the back of your head, his thick fingers cushioning your skull so you don't accidentally crack your head against the sharp wooden edge of the table. he keeps his hand firmly protecting you until you're completely dropped to your knees in the dark space beneath the desk, looking up at him.

"stay right down there" he commands, his voice vibrating in the small space as he leans back in his gaming chair.

he reaches down, unzipping his jeans with an impatient snap, and pulls his thick, rock-hard cock out. it’s already leaking pre-cum, glistening in the dim light of the computer monitor. he grips the back of your neck again, his thumb pressing into your jawline, forcing you to lean forward and look right at it.

"now lean forward, princess. squeeze them together around it" he orders, his breath hot as he leans down slightly.

you know exactly what he wants. you lean in, gathering your large breasts together with both hands, burying his thick shaft completely in the soft, tight valley of your cleavage. the second his tip pops out the top of your tits, ryul lets out the filthiest, most guttural groan you’ve ever heard.

"fuck, yes... right there. stay just like that," he pants.

he starts titty fucking you, slamming his hips forward in a violent, heavy rhythm. his cock slides fast and incredibly wet between your soft tits, the friction creating a slapping, squelching sound that fills the quiet space under the desk as your skin heats up. Ryul is staring straight down at you the whole time, his eyes wide and feral, watching your face distort and your lips part with every rough thrust.

"you like that, huh?" he growls, his voice dropping as he stares at you on your knees. "fuck, you're so soft... it feels so fucking good, yn. your big tits are choking my dick so tight."

"Ryul... it's too hot," you whimper, your hands gripping his thighs for balance as he pounds himself between your breasts, the friction making your nipples ache and harden against his skin. "you're going too fast..."

"i don't care" he gasps out, completely breathless, his thumbs digging hard into your skin as he snaps his waist forward even harder, burying every single centimeter of his leaking dick into your heavy chest. "you wanted my attention baby girl, so now you're gonna sit here and take every fucking inch of it."

he's panting like an animal now, his pace becoming completely feral as he nears the edge. his thrusts get shallower but twice as hard, his hips violently jackhammering into your cleavage. you can feel his shaft pulsing aggressively against your skin, getting even thicker as his breath hitches.

"fuck, yn, i'm gonna—i'm gonna paint these fat tits of yours," he chokes out, his voice dropping into a desperate, guttural whisper. "keep squeezing them, princess... squeeze them tight for your baby boy."

with one final, violent surge of his hips, Ryul cocks his head back, his entire body going rigid in the chair. a deep, trembling groan tears out of his throat as his cock erupts. he unleashes a massive, hot torrent of cum right between your breasts. heavy, thick ropes of white coat the tight valley of your cleavage, splattering up against your skin and dripping down the heavy curves of your breasts in warm, messy streaks.

he pants heavily, his chest heaving as his cock twitches out a few last drops against your skin. but he doesn't let you pull away. while still completely breathless, his eyes track the path of his cum dripping down toward your dark, swollen nipples.

"fuck, look at the mess we made" he murmurs, his tone dropping into something deeply needy.

without warning, he leans down under the table, bringing his face right back into your chest. his hot tongue licks a slow, messy stripe through the warm cum on your skin, tasting himself mixed with your sweat. you gasp, but before you can even react, Ryul locks his mouth directly onto one of your large nipples. he latches on hard, pulling the entire sensitive bud deep into his mouth and sucking it with a desperate, heavy hunger, his tongue swirling aggressively around the base while his hands squeeze your heavy breasts to force even more of your soft flesh into his mouth.

"Ryul—ah! stop, it's too sensitive," you whimper, arching your back under the desk as a sharp jolt of pleasure shoots straight down to your core.

he just lets out a muffled growl against your skin, refusing to let go, his lips locked tight around your nipple as he continues to suck you dry, completely marking his territory on your heavy chest

Your eyes automatically shot wide, the calm nerves firing up in embarrassment and something…unfamiliar

Ryul was busy breathing warmly into your ear, watching the scene, caught off–guard himself—his hand shifting behind him, blindly trying to search for the remote, eyes un–peeling from your expressions

His tan cheeks flared up—noticing just how close you were to him before feeling the remote hit his clammy palms,

thumb shakily moving over the power button,

screen shifting to a pitiless black when he clicked, room now pitch dark

“Are you an idiot, why’d you turn it off”

“What?” He snapped, “what do you mean why? They were about to fuck, we’re tired anyways let’s go to sleep”

Rolling your eyes in the pitch black, you shifted back more—uncomfortable in the sudden darkness unable to see him

“But babe you know I like sleeping with sounds in the background”

He sighed deeper into your ear, scoffing

“Just tell me you’re not tired—say it”

“Wha—no I am tired, I just nee—

Ryuls lips pressed to the soft flesh of your earlobe, mouth parting

“I said say it, because now we really can’t sleep”

His hips molded behind yours closer—thighs pining your body to his till you noticed…

it hit your leg, sharp, heavy

“Ryul what’s that”

He growled low when you shifted—testing, your ass trying to make out shape of the rough object digging below the sheets

“Why’re you acting dumb, just because we’re virgins doesn’t mean we didn’t take anatomy”

giggling, your boyfriends hand moved to your front—tugging below the hem of your shirt to palm at your bare stomach

“So it really is your dick hm, pervert—

“..Pervert! Really! You’re the one that keeps bumping your ass into my boner, watch ou—

He hissed, biting his lip to muffle a guttural moan when you grinded harder behind you—feeling his cock twitch in his shorts—pressed suffocatingly flat between his thigh and your mounds

his hand massaged at the soft lump of your lower stomach, anchoring you perfectly to him to thrust in relief

His vulnerable whimpers hitting your ear wetly

“This slow enough for you?”

Nodding, his movements riled up—breathy moans charging up into growls, lips trudging over yours in lazy–wet pecks,

mouths hung agape in pleasure

“I’m really wet Ryul, like a lot”

He tongued at your inner cheek, groaning

“Mm’ yea? Why’s that hm”

His hips snapped futile thrust over your clothed ass, moving his hand down to trace the outline of your panties, middle finger dipping between the clothed slit, circling the cold dampness against your folds

“Because I made you this hard, it’s so hot—haa’h keep touching me there”

Grinds quickly matched pace—slow, sometimes rapid, then pausing from the intense stimulation you gave each other

Eventually, Ryul couldn’t take it anymore

He was either cumming in his shorts, or cumming in general—the present was too lewd for him to hold back

… how helpless you felt, not handling it anymore yourself, clit twitching in animalistic, anticipation building, needing to land before imploding deep within you

“Need more of me right, bet you do”,

teeth let go of your neck, new splotches joining the dozen others he’d finish marking

“Obviously, I know you do too babe”

“Mhm,” he peck your lips “want me to handle it? I’ll go slow, unless you got other ideas?”

Turning around to face him, you leaned closer—palm touching the foreign spot of his bulge over the wet shorts clinging to his cock,

his gasp joined the sound of the buzzing AC in the peaceful background—

“Let’s do it like this—facing each other. Is that better?”

“Mmm—but if you keep touching me like that I’ll bust all over your hand”

You raised a brow, not looking away from him, “yeah? Then take it out yourself I won’t touch”

Before you reached away, his hand quickly caught your wrist—holding it in place, eyes narrowed over your shadowy features

“No, leave it there. Take it out yourself and put my cock where you want it”

“Hah—so you’re wanting me to do all the work?”

He sat up, arrogantly grinning

“No princess, I just want you to be sure of what you’re getting yourself into, yea?

“Stop speaking to me like I’m a child and come here, why’d you get u—

Ryuls arms pinned to the sides of your head—holding up his weight as he shifted over you, lowering his bottom half

“I’m right here—take it out, I’ll do the rest”

Hurriedly, your fingers pulled down his shorts—eyes blind to the grey boxers he was sporting,

dick straining the fabric seductively, if you would’ve been able to see it clearly, your mouth would’ve wrapped around it in seconds

…but you settled for feeling it, taking it out

heavy, pre–cum cool around sticky flesh, thick lines pressed to the patterns of your digits,

his hips jutted, cock gliding instinctively in your hand—as if it were a flesh-light

“You fine babe?” jerking him off slowly—your thumb caressed the leaking mushroom tip’s slit experimentally, earning a low growl from Ryul, “I’m putting it where I want it now—” you added

“Hurry up, stop doing that I’m about to cum”, he panted, muscles tensing to hold back snapping into your hand, stilling his hips obediently

Patiently waiting, he heard you slide off your panties, pressing his tip to meet over your wet folds,

instant pleasure coursed though him—spilling out in a choked moan,

hands meeting your waist to pin you down,

“Shit—let me handle the rest”

he pumped his cock once

slowly, he entered you, sighing deeply, hips jutting out of pace awkwardly

a complete beginner at the feeling of your plush walls electrifying his very being, sucking him in dangerously, he already knew he’d become addicted to this newfound sensation forever,

unlocking a level of vulnerability in the relationship,

him craving more already despite his thick head lodged into you

He tapped your thigh, waiting for approval “can I move more baby”

Annoyed, your hips met his in a hard thrust up—knocking the wind out of yourself at your daring actions

Ryul landed over you at the feeling of you voluntarily bottoming him out, voice cracking in defeat against your hair

“Fuck was that about you bra—,

His muscles relaxed as you moved against him—rolling your hips around the pain, loving the feeling of his cock ripping freshly into you

“Woah—nnghh’, feels new Ryul”

Your boyfriend laughed into the crook of your neck, half in disbelief, half breathless from your tightness

“You’re bold today ..what’s gotten into you hm?”, his fingers trudged back at your lower stomach—palming the trace of his cock fucking in you—making you wince

“You’re literally in me—mmh’ so I guess you”

Your hand shifted his fingers lower—wanting him to give your puffy clit attention

he scoffed, sharp corners raising—grinning in amusement, he rolled the tiny bundle of nerves between his fingers—tugging experimentally

You gasped, arching into his chest, gripping at his silky hair

It felt different from when you touched yourself..

Ryul lowered his face to gnaw at your peaks—tongue circling the sharp buds in fleeting relief, suckling hard at your taut nipples

His teeth grazed back up—tracing your neck-line before kissing you—making out the way those two actors were in the movie, yet more tender, much more heated when his teeth clamped your lower lip—pulling it to suck the raw skin into his mouth

“Mm—“, his hand moved faster over your clit,

“cum for me baby”,

he went back to kissing you, growling into your mouth when you pushed his hips lower, wrapping your legs tightly around his lean waists, gesturing him to pound into you faster,

not feeling excruciating pain any longer—just mind numbing ecstasy from the way your virgin boyfriend hit your walls skillfully, amazing your untouched body to its very core—wondering how he mastered you in one try,

the way he played with your clit deliciously, knowing when to tug at it, rub it, let his pubic bone slap against it

the way he made out with your breasts—tongue circling the bud intoxicatingly, the sensation something you drowned in—feeling high above the clouds

…finally, you both released around each other, leaning down to peck your wet eyes

Soft pants enveloping the dark room once filled with sleepiness,

now filled with a reached stepping stone as sighs mixed in the air…

afterwards, he slid out of you—landing back beside you, pulling you closer to his chest, in need of your dewy skin pressed to his

His hand moved to caress your hair—nose nudged deep in the crook of your neck

whispering,

“I’ll carry you around anywhere if you wake up sore…run you a bath..bring you food in bed..,

He’d fall asleep cooing praises of how he’d take care of you afterwards, fingers tangled in your messy locks, breaths eventually blue-toothed in rhythm, both dozed off

Fully spent

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